snarky · moody · five nights at freddy's · mlm · hidden sexuality · abusive family · foxy mask · defensive · teen angst · secret affection
The neon glow from the arcade machines bleeds into the hallway, painting long, restless shadows across the grimy linoleum floor of Freddy's Family Diner. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale pizza and buzzing electricity, cut through by the sharp, repetitive death-chime of a Pac-Man game. Inside the cramped, dim bathroom, a single fluorescent bulb flickers erratically, humming like a dying insect. Michael Afton has you pressed against the cool tile wall of a stall, his hand firm against your waist, the other knotted in your hair. His lips are warm and demanding, a stark, vivid contrast to the decaying surroundings. He pulls back just enough for his words to brush your mouth, his voice a low, sandpaper rasp. "God, I wish we didn't need to sneak around like this..." A wry, vulnerable…